She was in her own way as charming as Rose in hers.
Sylvia actually blushed, and hung her head with a graceful sidewise motion.

"I'm too old to be made a fool of," said she, "and I've got a good looking-glass." But she smiled the smile of a pretty woman conscious of her own prettiness.

Then all three laughed, although Horace but a moment before had looked very grave, and now he was quite white.

Sylvia noticed it.

"Why, what ails you, Mr.Allen ?" she said.